"Lucy--mother--will you come a moment to the fresh air ?" "Go with him, Lucy," said Mrs.Bretton.

"I would rather keep my seat." Willingly would I have kept mine also, but Graham's desire must take precedence of my own; I accompanied him.
We found the night-air keen; or at least I did: he did not seem to feel it; but it was very still, and the star-sown sky spread cloudless.

I was wrapped in a fur shawl.

We took some turns on the pavement; in passing under a lamp, Graham encountered my eye.
"You look pensive, Lucy: is it on my account ?" "I was only fearing that you were grieved." "Not at all: so be of good cheer--as I am.

Whenever I die, Lucy, my persuasion is that it will not be of heart-complaint.